Word: lapped
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Brooklyn College Club. When the pistol punched the air and Nurmi felt his lever-like legs beginning their incomparable trit-trot, he saw up the track three runners thrusting forward, all ahead of him, due to the one hundred yard handicaps. Through the scattered field he pumped, lap and lap; now there were only two, now only one runner ahead of him. That one was Gunnar Nilson, a rival Finn...
After him sped Nurmi, ever creeping closer, closer; each yard that narrowed between them represented a quarter-mile passed; so, sucking the air, they circled into the last lap. Nurmi pumped his levers faster, came pounding up 'behind Nilson; Nilson put down his head, pounded faster too. Three times Nurmi attempted to pass, three times sturdy Nilson refused to let him. Nilson broke the tape one step in front, which meant that Nurmi had finished the race only ninety-nine yards ahead of Nilson. Nurmi's time, 5 min. 4-5 sec., bettered by 6 2-5 seconds...
...midst of the events of these super-athletes, the three Crimson relay teams marked up three decisive victories. The University two-mile team provided the climax of the meet by making a Harvard-Yale record in leading Yale to the tape by a third of a lap. The University milers slipped in just ahead of M. I. T. and the Freshman mile quartet piled up a fifty yard lead over the Yale Freshmen. Miller surprised the packed Arena when she shot across the finish of the 40-yard dash second to Loren Murchison...
...poor third. This poor showing should not furnish the University any ground for optimism, since last year's two-mile relay was clocked in 8.11. Had the record breaking Georgetown team run the University at the B. A. A. last year it would have won by over a lap...
...went a pistol in the Chicago Coliseum a few hours later. Three runners leapt forward; fast they went, though they had a mile and three-quarters to go. In front was a light skinny one, this Nurmi; behind him came Joie Ray, Fred Liewendahl. Lap after lap they padded. At the tenth they were only two; Liewendahl had quit. At the twentieth Nurmi looked over his shoulder at lurching, wavering Ray. Then he set his eyes on the tape, flashed through it, trotted off to his dressing room. Eighty yards behind came Ray, crossed the finished, collapsed into the arms...